SHORT

I would love to be taller. Not tall, just taller. Even if I miraculously grew several inches I would still be under the average height for American women.


I would love that when I buy pants, I could wear them immediately, but I can’t. I have to measure and hem first. I would love capri-pants that didn’t look like cropped pants. I would love to be able to reach the top shelf of my cabinets without a stepstool. I would love to be able to reach the chain on the ceiling fans without a chair. I would love to be able to put my feet flat on the floor while sitting at the table. I would love it if I didn’t have to sit right up on the steering-wheel so my feet could reach the pedals. (When I first met D, I couldn’t drive his car; my feet really would not reach the pedals!) I would like very much not to have to climb up the shelves of the dairy section of the grocery to reach the yogurt we like….of course I only have to do that when there are no Marines to come to my rescue *sigh*.

and there it is......the silver lining.

I am not at all suggesting that John Glenn, has ever helped me reach the top shelf yogurt...not yet anyway.